Stephen Mark Hluchnik Poet Rhyme

"tortured Soul"

Cast in the shadows
Lost in the deep
Are suicidal thoughts
Merely for the weak

Mired in subversive thought
In waves of despair
Is a longing for nurture
In the fruits that we bear

Distanced from a reality
That may never be
Lies a broken angel
So blinded by hate it cannot see

Cradled in pestilence
Sloth spreads like mold
Death become imminent
As frost surrounds the soul

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Joanna Smith January 18, 2010 at 11:31 AM wow very powerful again you make it have feeling and i like that. thanks for your comment you are now in my favoru=ite poets^_^

Jackie Adams January 10, 2010 at 8:28 AM I love the third paraghraph. Great poem, super sad to.

Andrea Dietrich January 2, 2010 at 12:43 PM Yes, it certainly sounds like a tortured soul. You used many words that bring that concept to mind. I hope the poem is not about you, but after you said my Cupid poem reminded me of yourself, gosh, did you get struck by Cupid and then shot down? If so, just pick yourself up and get back in the game, stephen! Luv, andrea

Carol Sunshine Brown December 28, 2009 at 10:45 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Stephen. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol